Challenge Response Rhymes Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

In the morning I saw Fred Astaire.
A bit later I went to the Fair,
they were talking about Tony Blair
how he told the old Prez they would share
how his people came over to care
in Iraq's deadly climate and glare
of the desert sun's rays that would tear
into skins and your eyes over there
but the women they don't like to bare
either faces or shapes of a pear,
and who could not display any flair.
I can't wait to return to O'Hare
it's my life that I want them to spare.
That makes 14 good lines now, mon frère.
But hold on and continue to stare,
this makes sixteen, just add the word Bear.